Monday, October 27, 2008

I am going to library

My friend declared.

Now this was a little off, because for all the time he claimed to have spent in the library his grades did not somehow reflect it.

This was in my undergrad, the secret was out when we accedentally walked past the swimming pool when the library bound friend was walking in arms with a carbon based female life form. His sheepish grin and our dropped jaws and the shocking expression on the lady's face remained imprinted in my memory for a few turns of the calendar till now.

Fast forward half a decade or more during my masters, my neighbour claimed he was going to the library. Not paying much attention I just nodded and asked him if he could return a few books. His eyes grew about 200% which again went unnoticed because I was preoccupied with saving a trip and avoiding late fees.

A few days later I recieve an email asking me to return the books which should have raised a ochre flag, assuming the incompetence of the spectacled book wormy librarian I let it slide.

When my neighbour claimed to visit the abode of books I merely mentioned I was headed there as well adn he immediately changed his mind to catch a later bus. Hmmm went a light bulb in my head which was extinguished right away with some random thought of curry.

Later he was found in the arms of a giggly senior in the back of the international society of some sort. The same story repeated during my visit to a friend in Portland Oregon where my room mates friend was going to the library. The fact that he was dressed well with perfume and had no books or even a hint of a pencil went over our dim witted heads.

On our way to get some refreshments we met him on the sidewalk hand in hand with an asian woman in tow. Our eyes popped out like Jim carey in the mask specially when a usually dabur oiled hair now sports a slick gelled spikes.

There are quite a few other verifiable incidents along with the above which lead me to giving a curled eye look to any one claiming to go to the library.